Yesterday afternoon I sat here writing my blog entry, which was to say the least a fleshing out period. Around 1pm I started receiving zero packets! Sending, yes…receiving, no. What’s this? The connection is down! In a binary switch from computer land to physical reality, I got ready for my next job of the day and ran out the door to Melrose. About an hour later, I got a call from Art.
A:”I’m having some trouble with the internet! The connection is down!”
C: “I know, it happened right before I left.”
A:”Well I called Comcast and paid the bill for the next 18 years.”
C: “I think it’s the modem. Did you reset it?” This happened before and we jangled it around a bit and it started working again. Call Comcast and tell them we need a new modem tomorrow at the latest!”
A:”I’m on it.”
8 hours later, I come in the door after teaching 5 dance classes at CSDS. Eliot sits staring at his computer screen in our room. No windows are open, and he looks confused….
C: “Hey babe, how you doing.”
E: “Ohhh, not tooo bad. No internet.”
Sidenote: By this time I had forgotten all about the day’s earlier events.
C: “I know….it happened this afternoon.” [Recap conversation with Arthur.]
C: “Oh yea, and there was a hail storm today, minitaure sized golfballs….”
E: “Comcast is coming tomorrow between 11 and 1.”
The rest of the night was spent in the most unusual of circumstances, but how lovely! Our 4 housemates, me included sat in the kitchen discussing Self-Loathing Jews, the wonders of Necco Hearts, and having a good laugh over the absurdity of actually sitting in a room together and talking! Around 11pm, Art comes home as we continue our converation…
“Well, I can see the internet is still down.”
But this morning I sit at my computer, connected to the wireless network called, “PeoplesRepublic.”
Cambridge, a beautiful place with wonderfully minded people. Thanks to whoever’s spraying out the connection. Have a great day 